If I could go back in time and relieve one moment. Huh. Why this question, tonight? I’m watching a movie on HBO called ‘Frequently Asked Questions about Time Travel’. A BBC telefilm that mucks about with the premise of 3 guys in a pub who end up tripping through time through a leak in time…

The paper’s upgraded to InDesign. Walter didn’t show up to help with the conversion today. Don’t know how that’s going to play out with the bosses; Eve definitely wasn’t happy he didn’t call in. Too tired to write more tonight.

There’s usually no warning. No hint. And when it subsides, I’m a mess. But accomplished. Manic episodes don’t hit that often, thank god. But when they do, don’t be standing in front of me. It started with an overwhelming urge to get out and pick up groceries. I needed to pick up some protein, make…

I need to remember this phrase. I have to put more effort into just writing, or rewriting the play. Stop focusing so hard on finding the gemstones. Dig out the coal first, then compress it with enough weight until it becomes a diamond. Same thing with this blog. I’ve been holding back. Too bad it…

I was supposed to be a five hour shift. Last week was an anomaly they said. Eight and a half hours later, I went home. Don’t get me wrong, the hours are needed. The money is needed. I just wish I could figure out how this job works. Remember how I said I hate Pagemaker?…

Andy Warhol was right. Now if we can just make sure our Mayor’s time is up. Yup, that’s all I have tonight. Blame it on the cold.

The good? No anxiety attacks today. The bad? My cold has gotten a lot worse. Nearly lost my voice for a good portion of the day. The good? I slept until 2pm because I needed the rest. The bad? I slept until 2pm because my body wouldn’t let me get up. The good? I got…

It was a good day. A very good day. Lazy morning/afternoon, dinner with Kevin and my dad. Somehow Kevin had managed an in to bringing up the topic of my brothers coming to my last psychiatric appointment. Right, he was thinking about having a hamburger because we were going to grab burgers on Monday after…

I am both inside my head and outside my body. I can feel the anxiety attack approaching like a tidal wave; can rationalize that it is nothing but a chemical imbalance and holds no sway over who I truly am. I can, and did, take lorazepam to counteract the assault before it even begins. And…

Rereading a scene I wrote with my friend Kate, back in 2010. Damn, we’re good.